Every summer morning it is the same case,
I wake up because; the sun shine falls right on my face.
I try hard to sleep again,
But all my effort goes in vain.
Finally, I get up to start the day’s race,
I take a dip in cool water to find solace.
And just when I start enjoying the chill,
The warm air comes for the kill.
It gets almost impossible to walk on the street,
As I feel like fainting in this scorching heat.
Sitting at the bus stop is as of being cooked on a grill,
Trust me, I am serious and not building a mountain out of a molehill.
It feels so much better when the climate is cool and the surrounding is greener,
Ironically the same Sun that soothes me in winter, tends to burn in summer.
Oh, how wonderful it gets in the rain,
When the cool breeze blows and washes away all your strain.
I sit here and visualize that refreshing feel,
Like a magic worked and filled me with a rejuvenated zeal.
How I wish these thoughts come true to their meaning,
And little do I realize that it is nothing but day-dreaming.